Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 24

Hermione hissed as her body was growing tired, her only motivation to keep holding on was whenever she looked down she saw a blur of the houses far below her. By no means did she feel like falling that far down. Breaking into Gringotts had been a major disaster, and they had only just managed to escape. They had been lucky enough to stumble across a dragon, although Hermione had wished for a bit more of a safer way out.

On and on they continued to fly high up in the sky, and Hermione tried to ignore the wind tugging harshly at her clothes as best as she could, blinking a couple of times to make the tears that had formed because of the wind go away.

Never had she liked flying, and a dragon was absolutely the worst of all. A broom and a Hippogriff already left her shaky on her feet, but a dragon definitely would leave her weak on her knees for a while afterwards.

The flight seemed to last for ages, but at last the houses and busy streets had left the view down below, and up ahead she saw the outlines of trees and mountains coming in sight. Waiting for a word from the others, she held on tight to the dragon, even though every muscle in her body was screaming at her to let go and give them a bit of relief.

"I say we jump!" Ron yelled over the roaring wind. "When?" Came Hermione's response, although it was difficult making herself heard even though he was right next to her side. "Now!" He replied, and all at the same time they let go.

Taking a quick breath, she held it as the water below neared, and she prepared herself for the dive she would make into it. Even though she had set her mind to it that she would come crashing down into the water with quite a force, nothing prepared her for the real deal as her limps collided with the water.

Swimming back up to gasp for fresh air, she headed straight first for the shore nearby. Ron and Harry joined her soon afterwards, and they were all left in the grass to lay down and gasp for air. "He knows. You-Know-Who knows." Harry said, still panting but getting up to his feet. The sudden information got her to her feet as well, following him as they went up ahead on the shore.

Taking the bag out of her robes, she handed Harry and Ron some clean clothes, and got herself some as well as Harry explained what he had seen. You have no idea what you've just done. Draco's voice had her momentarily distracted from whatever Harry was saying. What happened? Taking off the many layers of black robes, she finally got herself rid of all wet clothes and put on some dry ones.

I don't think you'll want to know. Curiosity slipping in, she opened up her mind to his view as she absentmindedly listened to Harry, who was by now proposing to go to Hogwarts, convinced that the other Horcrux was in the castle.

Hermione gasped at the sight she was met with, and had to refrain herself from disconnecting too soon. There, in the Malfoy's drawing room, were a dozen of goblins and guards sprawled out dead and covered in blood on the floor, Voldemort slowly approaching Draco and the Malfoys with Nagini by his side.

She knew that he must have been angry, but hadn't estimated this result. "Hermione? Is everything okay?" Gladly snapping out of the vision to properly concentrate on the boys, she gave a quick nod, although that didn't make it all too convincing. "He really is angry, Harry. We must be careful." She pressed, although she rather thought that would be obvious.

Catching up rather quick that she must have known that because of the connection she has with Draco, he nodded, only half convinced that they could be careful, and resumed to tell about what they had to do now.

He just disapparated. Draco informed, and she shot a quick 'thank you' for notifying her as she clasped hands with the boys, and disapparated with them herself to Hogsmeade.